Maria was now barely over 2 feet tall, her frail body a shadow of its former self. Her clothes hung loosely, draping over her like a child playing dress-up. She stayed confined to her room, too humiliated to face anyone, least of all Becka. But Becka, reveling in her newfound dominance, wasn’t about to let her sister wallow in peace.
One evening, Becka burst into Maria’s room without knocking. The door slammed against the wall, and Maria jumped, clutching a pillow to her chest in an attempt to shield herself from her sister's cruel gaze.
"Aww, look at you," Becka cooed mockingly. "My little doll of a sister. You’re practically pocket-sized now!" She leaned against the doorframe, her curvaceous body dominating the space. She wore a tank top that barely contained her assets and shorts that flaunted every inch of her long, toned legs—an intentional display to rub in Maria’s diminished state.
"Leave me alone, Becka," Maria said weakly, her voice trembling.
Becka strode across the room, her movements deliberate and taunting. She picked up Maria’s favorite sweater from the bed, holding it up and letting out a theatrical laugh. "This is hilarious. It’s like toddler clothing now. Oh wait—" She turned to Maria with a wicked grin. "It’s not even toddler clothing; it’s *yours*."
Maria’s cheeks burned, and she looked away, refusing to meet her sister’s gaze. But Becka wasn’t done. She dropped the sweater and crouched in front of Maria, forcing her to make eye contact. "You thought you could steal from me? From *me*?" Her voice was low and dangerous, sending a chill down Maria’s spine.
"You’ve already taken everything!" Maria shot back, her voice cracking with frustration.
Becka’s grin widened, her eyes sparkling with malice. "Not *everything* yet." She pulled the device from her pocket, its blinking lights a cruel reminder of Maria’s humiliation. "Let’s see how much smaller you can get."
Maria’s eyes widened in horror. "No! Becka, please!"
But Becka’s finger hovered over the yellow button. "Oh, come on, Maria. You might actually enjoy it. Being my tiny little sidekick. Or maybe a pet?" She laughed, pressing the button.
Maria screamed as a tingling sensation washed over her. Her body seemed to implode further, her limbs shrinking, her voice becoming higher-pitched. Becka’s laughter filled the room, each note cutting deeper into Maria’s psyche.
When it was over, Maria was barely over three feet tall, her head only reaching Becka’s thigh. Becka grabbed a handheld mirror from Maria’s dresser and held it in front of her shrunken sister. "Look at you," she sneered. "You’re practically a doll now. Maybe I’ll dress you up and carry you around. You’d look adorable in a little pink dress, don’t you think?"
Tears streamed down Maria’s face, but Becka didn’t stop. She scooped Maria up as if she weighed nothing and set her on the bed. "You’re my little plaything now," Becka said, brushing a strand of hair from Maria’s face with mock tenderness. "Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you grow back a little. But for now? You stay like this. It suits you."
Becka placed the device back in her pocket and walked out of the room, leaving Maria trembling and defeated on the bed. The sound of Becka’s laughter echoed in the hallway, a cruel melody that haunted Maria long after the door slammed shut.
Maria curled into a ball, her tiny frame dwarfed by the large bed. But even as the tears fell, a spark of defiance remained. She might have been beaten down, but she wasn’t broken—not yet.
Becka says "Kiss my feet now!, or else you will feel my power."
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